The Battle Mage
As they landed in Little Whinging, on Privet Drive, Noelle's face seemed to drain of all color, "Tell me that bastard didn't leave Hadrian with Petunia."
Minerva turned her alert gaze on the younger woman, "Why? I told him they were the worst sort, but he insisted because of the blood wards."
Noelle took of in a sprint, muttering, "No, no, no, no. No."
She reached Number 4 and kicked the door down, Minerva close behind her. It was almost evening, so everyone was back from work and getting ready for dinner. A morbidly obese man charged forward, but she punched him hard in the mouth, causing him to tumble backwards and break the coffee table.
A horse-faced woman shrieked, "Vernon!" and scrambled to help him up, leaving her place next to an already overweight blonde baby. Petunia took one look at the young woman before her and said, "We don't want any of you freaks here! Get out before the neighbors see you!"
"Where. Is my nephew?" the Morrigan hissed like a cat.
"The Freak is in timeout! He made one of my Diddykin's toy cars float! I won't have any of that freakishness here!"
"Where is Hadrian?" she said, unsheathing her sword and pressing it against her neck.
"Fweak," the blonde boy giggled, pointing and saying, "Fweak!"
The two adult muggles froze in fear as the Morrigan followed the stubby finger to its destination: a small boot cupboard under the stairs, taking in the multiple locks and the closed vent. You could hear a pin drop.
"You put my nephew in a cupboard!?" she roared, sounding almost feral.
She cast a Patronus – a beautiful, yet foreboding grim – and said to it, "Hello Padfoot. Tell Alastor Moody to get his ass down to Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, and to bring along an Auror that can actually think for themselves."
Noelle stunned the adults and silenced the shrieking blonde pig of a baby and walked carefully to the cupboard. She knocked carefully on the side of it, and gently – softer than Minerva had ever heard her – said, "Hadrian, it's your Auntie. I'm going to open the door, okay?"
The only response was a thin muffled whine.
She waved her wand and all three of the locks clicked open. Quietly opening the door, she swallowed a growl convulsively. The stench of urine and feces wafted out, and underneath that, blood. A tiny toddler with one eye swollen shut was curled up against the far wall with one bright green eye visible between bruises and matted black curls. He was wearing an overly large ratty shirt and an extremely dirty diaper. He was too skinny.
Minerva tried to surge forward but Noelle put up a hand to stop her. As much as she wanted to scoop Hadrian up and hug him and never let him go, she had to get him used to positive touch again, but first, he needed healing. Badly.
"Hello, my kitten. Do you remember me? I visited with your Uncle Padfoot a few times," she said softly.
"Auntie Bas'?" he asked, relaxing a bit.
"That's right, my kitten, I'm your Auntie Bast. Can you come out here, love?"
"Mummy? Da?"
"Your mum and dad aren't here now kitten. I know you miss them love. I do too. But I have your Auntie Minnie here to see you, and when you feel better, we're gonna find your Uncle Moony and kick his ass for leaving you and not telling me where you were. I missed you so much, kitten."
As she talked, the toddler unfurled like a flower, and when she finished, she carefully opened her arms, and he ran into them. Her buried his head against her chest and she cradled him in her lap as her shivered and shook with sobs.
Carefully picking him up, she said, "Wait for the Aurors, Minnie."
She carefully trudged up the stairs, doing her best not to jostle her precious cargo, leaving Professor Minerva McGonagall to compose herself, dabbing at her eyes with a tartan handkerchief.
The elder witch growled, her Scottish brogue thick with grief, "If the Morrigan doesn't make you pay in blood for this, I will, Albus."